冯牧去世了,这有点难以置信。因为他比起一些前辈来,并不算老。因为他确是常常生病,病了也就好了,好了,然后他总是热心地、滔滔不绝地谈着对于文学现状的看法,一半欢欣鼓舞,一半忧心忡仲,思绪连贯,层次分明,不停地接待来访者,接电话,接收邮件,忙忙碌碌,日理千机,好像没有病过,好像他住院时对于自己的病情的描述言过其辞——都知道他胆子小。本来大家以为这次也与过去 Feng Mu died, this is a bit unbelievable. Because he is older than some predecessors. Because he is really often sick, sick enough, well, and then he always enthusiastically, endless talk about the current state of the literature view, half happy, half worried, thoughtful and coherent, structured, Constantly receiving visitors, answering calls, receiving mails, busy, and uninterrupted, it seemed as though he had not been ill, as if he had been remembered for his condition while he was hospitalized - all knew he was daring. We all thought that this is the same with the past